Detective NorseHi, it's Noli Joudain. My uncle gave me your number.Going to be out of town with a friend.Don't know when I'll get back to the city.If you have any questions or find something about Emeline, you can reach me here.Thanks!

Despite the lowering sun, Noli would wear her sunglasses like armor; it's the little things that people notice most and if she was going to search New Orleans for her sister, the brunette wanted to remain as inconspicuous as she could and odd eyes, stood out. However, running out of money and attempting to do what apparently children could here in the city, had not been in her plans.

Nor was getting caught redhanded, by a cop no less, definitely not something she needed; though she was pleasantly surprised at the offer of money, even if it contradicted the coolness of his gaze.

"Thank you." Teeth chewed into her bottom lip as her fingers grasped the money and tucked it into her pocket. She was suddenly feeling out of her depth in the city and had never even been reprimanded by anyone before, no way would let on how terrified she really was; quiet and polite as ever, she'd finally pry her teeth out of flesh and follow her gratitude with a promise. "It won't happen again, Detective?"

Either way, the staccato clack of her heels marched determinedly toward the Flask and Cannon, where booze awaited consumption. It wasn't her usual haunt, but she had reasons for avoiding the place. One in particular.

Pushing those wonderful thoughts from her mind, Autumn produced a cigarette and lighter out of a case from the back pocket of her jeans. She lowered her head to light it, and looked up to a man beckoning to her.

Autumn came to a stop. Listened. Took in the man's agitation. Deciding to have mercy, and reached a hand into another pocket for her cell. "Sure. Tough luck. You're handling it better than me. I'd be f*cking breaking things."

After entering the security code, she offered it to him, and took a drag from the smoke.

Taking the preferred hand in his own he gives it a firm grip and nods his head in recognition at the introduction.
“It’s good to know you, I’m John. Adara might have mentioned me when she invited you to come stay.”
Releasing the other man’s hand he gives another smile of welcome.
“As far as living arrangements go, we have several open cabins that just need a light dusting before moving in. Find one you like and then see Tabatha, she holds the keys to all the units. Incidentally, that is something to keep in mind when ordering drinks or food at the bar, always be nice to the hired help, especially the one that has full access to where you sleep.”
Giving a light chuckle at that last bit John spreads his arms to encompass all that is the Den.
“It’s nice to meet you Weston, welcome home.”

Turning as he is addressed, John gives a smile of welcome as he greets the man asking after his brother. Thinking on it for a moment he decides he has in fact seen someone fitting that description quite recently.
“Oh yes, I do recognize just such a person. He stays in one of cabins on the grounds but I don’t think I know which one. You are on the right track though, just follow your nose and I bet you will stumble across him pretty quickly.”

Tanvir, slipping a cigarette from the proffered packet, reaches into the worn beloved satchel over her shoulder to produce a lighter. With far less tremble than she notices from the man, the woman places the cigarette between her lips and lights.

And oh sweet holy damn, that first inhale. That delicious, lung-filling, thick, head rushing wonderment of the first inhale. Tanvir lets out a slight, yet audible groan of gratitude and belatedly chuckles to his words.

“I hardly ever buy them, but I’m a sucker for bumming the odd ******* when I see an opportunity.”

Mackenzie Brooks was to blame for the habit. That damn pain in her ar…

“Thank you, though. It’s appreciated.” She dropped the lighter back into her bag via a tear in the side and offered her hand. “Tanvir…”

’What are you always so happy to introduce yourself by name to strangers?’ she’d once been asked. ’What if they use that information against you?’

’There’s no harm in being nice, Jack. And if they turned out to be a a basta*d with it, I’ll just kill them’

“…or just Tan. Tan seems to be easier for most people. Or whatever, really, I’m not fussed.”